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Chapter Three:

Percy panted, watching as the sword shifted back into a pen. He looked up as Jasmine came up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Percy put his other arm around her, holding the pen away from them, as he leaned his head against hers. They stood like that for a bit, before Percy kissed Jasmine's forehead and looked around. The library was thrashed. Mr Brunner wheeled himself over to them and Percy let out a breath.

"What was that thing?" He asked, still panting softly.

Jasmine buried her face into his neck. Just because she trusted him to take care of the job, didn't mean that she wasn't afraid for him. To tell the truth, she was petrified. As bad an analogy as that would be.

"We have to go," Mr Brunner spoke, Jasmine noticing how he was avoiding answering Percy, "It's coming back for you."

"Coming back!" Percy replied, making Jasmine jump, "it was hurt..."

Mr Brunner's eyes narrowed on Percy.

"You temporarily scared it off," He said firmly, "a minotaur can only be killed by severing the horn from it's body."

Jasmine sighed, "I still say you should have let me kill it," she directed at Mr Brunner, "I need to vent some hormones."

Mr Brunner rolled his eyes and Percy snickered.

"Dump some hormones later, Jasmine," He sighed, turning in his wheelchair and heading to the exit.

Jasmine heard Percy mutter 'a minotaur' in disbelief, snickering in her head as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

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Grover was awakened by the entrance of Percy, Jasmine and Mr Brunner. Jasmine stood by the door, one hand resting on her belly, the other rubbing it.

"Pack only what you need," Mr Brunner told Percy, "fast."

Percy was frustrated. Jasmine had told him on the way there that she didn't have a choice in not telling him her big secret. Something completely monumental. Which is true. Percy was always understanding when it came to Jasmine, for which the demi-goddess was thankful for. He ran his hand through his hair, tugging it gently before letting it go. What was Mr Brunner not telling him.

"Can you tell me what's going on!" Percy gave a VERY frustrated groan.

He looked to Jasmine when he heard her grunt softly, to see her rubbing her belly more. He walked over to her, ignoring the look from Mr Brunner.

"You okay?" He asked her.

She chuckled with a nod.

"The baby was reacting to you," Jasmine explained, putting his hand where the baby had kicked, lacing her fingers with his.

Percy kissed Jasmine's head, then gave Mr Brunner a pointed look.

"No time," Mr Brunner said in a clipped tone, almost as frustrated with things as Percy was, then turned to the bed, "Grover," he whopped the bed with one of the 'young' man's canes, "out of bed."

Grover begrudgingly gets out of bed, grumbling silently as he grabbed his canes and let Mr Brunner lead him out. Jasmine put a finger to her lips and with a wink, everything they would need was packed, and shrunk, in an instant. Jasmine stuffed the shrunken 'packages' into her many-pocketed coat, zipping the pockets while Percy eavesdropped on Mr Brunner and Grover. Jasmine didn't need to guess what the conversation was about. Jasmine could hear the thundering in the background, grumbling about blowhard sky gods who seriously needed to get laid. Percy had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at her. She came up behind Percy when she was done, barely able to wrap her arms around Percy. He brought her around him, so that his front was to her back.

"Today," Mr Brunner spoke, the couple hearing the sigh in his voice, "in the bathroom," Percy guessed that his teacher was running his hand over his head, "the water...it was a sign," he gave another sigh, "Percy's powers have begun to surface."

Jasmine cursed under her breath, muttering that she should have figured that out.

"Why now?" Grover asked.

'You aren't the only one asking that', Percy heard Jasmine whisper. He set his chin on her head, feeling their baby move under his hand as it rested on her belly.

"It happens when their lives are in danger," Mr Brunner said, as if it was obvious.

Percy could practically hear the Homer Simpson 'd'oh' from his roomie, and friend, which made him want to laugh again. But he opted to bury his face in Jasmine's brown hair.

"Danger?" Grover said with incredulity.

Jasmine wanted to pop him upside his thick head. She leaned her head back on Percy's shoulder, closing her eyes with a sigh.

"He was attacked," Mr Brunner deadpanned, "by a minotaur."

Grover asked why, but Mr Brunner didn't answer. He seemed to be almost...distracted..by something. The thunder rumbled in the background, Grover and Mr Brunner not hearing Jasmine's muttering about sky gods.

"What?" The shrill sound made Percy and Jasmine flinch, "but why?"

They didn't see the look Mr Brunner gave Grover.

"Listen," He held a finger up, then pointed it at the ceiling, "what do you hear?"

Percy and Jasmine held their breath, hoping that they weren't heard eavesdropping. Out in the hall, Grover cocked his head, listening to whatever Mr Brunner wanted him to listen for. A look of understanding came over Grover's face. As if it all made sense now.

"Thunder," He said softly, almost too soft for the eavesdropping teens to hear.

Mr Brunner nodded, "But no lightning."

"Yeah..."

Grover knew exactly what Mr Brunner was talking about now. Zeus. And he was pissed. His lightning bolt had been stolen. His best, and most powerful, weapon was GONE. In the wrong hands, it was a catastrophe of possibly apocalyptic proportions. And, lord only knows, what he would do to Jasmine if he thought that she had anything to do with it. He hadn't touched her, yet, cause of Ares.

Mr Brunner let out a breath, "Stolen," he shook his head, "and they suspect Percy."

Jasmine quickly put things together, from her emails with her father. She put two and two together. She whispered to Percy to stay put and she slipped out into the hall. For a pregnant girl, she was surprising quiet when sneaking.

"Impossible," Jasmine spoke, Mr Brunner and Grover turning to her, "if he had taken it..." she snorted, "he doesn't even know what he IS, Charon, much less who his father is. There is no way he would have even KNOWN about Zeus' bolt."

Mr Brunner nodded in understanding. He knew that Ares and Jasmine kept indirect contact, through email and letters. They even had webcam chats.

"I know," Mr Brunner said with a sigh, none the wiser that Percy could be listening, "but because of who he is..."

Jasmine nodded in understanding, tapping her chin.

"Everyone thinks he did it," She finished for him, "as Strife would have said," she smirked, "Zeus can fuck himself."

Mr Brunner and Grover gave her a scandalized look, but Jasmine wasn't phased.

"You forget, boys," She chuckled, "Zeus used to torment the house of Agression. Where do you think they got the idea for the Hercules and Xena shows?" She shook her head with a laugh, "Zeus was beyond pissed that Dad played himself on the show. Some stuff Kevin Smith did when Dad wasn't available, yeah, but..."

She gestured, as if to say 'you get the idea'. Mr Brunner and Grover nodded. It had been such a long time for him, that Mr Brunner had forgotten how Zeus used to treat his first born son and those associated.

"Oh man," Grover groaned, as if in realization, "nowhere is safe for you guys," he gestured to her belly, "or the baby."

"Only one place," Mr Brunner spoke, sighing.

"The camp," Jasmine nodded in understanding.

Mr Brunner nodded. The camp was MADE for demigods, a way that their divine parents could have some sort of solace over their 'mortal' children's lives.

"Right," Grover said after an awkward silence, "want me to take them there?"

Jasmine watched Mr Brunner, the man nodding, telling Grover to get Percy's mother as well.